3. - – Misha
CHAPTER THREE
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MISHA
“Oh my God, we’re really going to do this!” I laugh out loud as Paul trots down the crowded hallway past fans with backstage passes and the rest of the crew going about their jobs.
I’m upside down, my belly bent over his shoulder, my head hanging down by his very snatched ass, and I giggle as I give it a swat with my open palm, feeling the muscles all hard and tense underneath his shorts.
It’s like I’m a kid again, having fun, doing something I know isn’t a good idea, and not caring that I’m ignoring the voice of reason in my head.
I haven’t felt this way since before my diagnosis, so light and carefree and expectant of something good to happen, instead of something bad.
The beautiful duo on stage, playing their guitars, fades away as we round the corner at the end of the long hall and dip into the open doorway of a vacant green room.
When he kicks the door closed behind us, the rest of the world disappears, and we’re left with just the two of us, me still over his shoulder, my heart hammering in my chest, and his body shaking in anticipation under me.
Squealing in surprise at how easily he manhandles me, I grab at thin air when he flips me off his shoulder, and brings me in front of him, wrapping my legs around his narrow waist, and pressing my back against the door through which we just entered.
It’s cool to the touch compared to how hot my body is from the packed arena, the action of the event, and the desire coursing through me.
Wave after wave pulses down my body, driving the anticipation towards my already wet pussy. I can feel it rubbing up against the front of him, dangerously close to the massive bulge in the front of his shorts, and it makes a low moan escape through my agape mouth.
“Eye contact, kitten.” He says to me, grabbing my face and making me look directly into his icy blue pools. “I want you to keep your eyes focused right here, and don't look away.”
The commanding tone of his voice and the strong hold he has on my chin, forces me to obey his command, but I would anyway because there's nothing that this man could ever say to me that I’d ignore.
“Yes, Sir.” I breathe out, feeling my body relax against his, slumping onto the door, pressing my wetness harder on the erection that moves under my body with a mind of its own.
“Good girl.”
Two little words are enough to throw me into a frenzy, grabbing at his face, and grinding myself against him as I slam my mouth to his. I can taste the absolute lust on his lips, yet also feel the hesitation, like he's afraid that if he matches my energy, he's going to hurt me.
“I’m sick, not fragile. You’re not going to break me.” I say into his mouth, practically forcing his lips open with my tongue and inviting myself inside.
It's like flipping a switch inside of him, he goes from hesitant to ravenous in a single heartbeat, reciprocating the kiss, sucking on my tongue, devouring me in ways that I only imagined before that he can.
“Fuck Mish. This is what I’ve wanted to hear all along.” He moans. “Say it again.”
“You’re not going to break me.”
“Then hold on to me, kitten, it’s going to get rough.”
Wrapping my hands around his biceps, I dig my fingernails into the silky flesh, holding on as he reaches between us and pops open his shorts.
They fall to the floor around his ankles, and within seconds my leggings are shredded between his powerful hands, the strips of material fluttering away, leaving me bared to the monster cock that springs out of his boxers, slapping my slick slit.
“I like it rough.” I purr into his mouth as the head of his dick strokes up and down against my wetness.
When he pushes inside, and my pussy stretches around his length, my purrs turn into a breathy gasp at the sheer size of him.
He’s the biggest I’ve ever been with before, and I dig my nails harder into his arms, feeling the skin pop underneath them.
The pain eggs him on, and he rocks his hips back and forth, working his way as deep as he can go, one fat inch at a time, until he bottoms out in me, and my channel grabs ahold of him.
“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He moans, still kissing my mouth, sucking in my tongue, and breathing heavy from the excitement and exertion of fucking me against the door.
“No, you're just that big.”
The rhythm he sets is brutal. He slams into me over and over again, smashing me back against the door, making it squeak and rattle in its frame. I can feel the wood bending and threatening to break, yet he pushes harder, splitting me in two, and driving me rapidly towards euphoria.
All I can do is hold on tightly, with my fingers digging into his arms and my thighs gripping his hips, as he fucks me like he wants to kill me.
“Oh, fuck.” He groans, ripping his mouth away from mine to aggressively kiss and nip at my jawline and neck.
His mouth is hot to the touch, and a fine sheen of sweat brushes from his upper lip and onto my skin, leaving little trails of lava that warm me even more than I already am.
“Yes. Yes…yes!” I cry out, my body tightening into a mass of clenched muscles and nerves, roaring towards my climax. “Paul, yes!”
“That’s it, kitten. Be a good girl and cum for Daddy.”
I’m almost there, at the point of no return, but I need something more. I need him to show me that he’s not going to baby me or take it easy on me because of my sickness. Even though he’s driving into me like a madman, it’s still not enough.
Sliding my hand down his arm, I grab at his wrist and pull, bringing his large hand up between us, guiding it to my throat.
“Please.” I whimper, wrapping his fingers around my neck, pressing down on them to show him what I need. “Please.”
“You want me to choke you? Like a filthy whore?” He asks, while dragging his tongue down the side of my face, his fingers tightening ever so slightly on their own.
“Yes.”
The head rush that comes immediately when he squeezes is like nothing I’ve ever felt. I’m swooning, and swimming in my own head, and my body finally tips over the edge as my vision begins to fade to black.
Just as everything around me is about to disappear, it all comes roaring back when he releases his hold on me and my vision clears again, making the world around us shatter with an orgasm so violent that all I can do is scream out in both pleasure and pain.
He doesn’t stop the punishing thrusts into me though, not until I’m babbling in tongues and slumping lifelessly spent against the door.
Then, he stills, his body rigid, his mouth coming down on mine again to steal the last of my panting breaths as he releases himself deep inside my pulsing channel.
With a guttural groan from the depths of his chest, he fills me completely before losing his strength and leaning heavily on me and the creaking wood behind me.
“Holy fuck.” He moans, his forehead pressing against mine, his sweat coating my face.
“Wow.”